American Spy

Neon lights in the pouring rain; it's just another Saturday Avoid the Bovver boys comin' out the Indian, looking for an affray I left home on the 4th of July, in nineteen hundred and seventy-five I'm just a pirate with a patch over one eye Want to buy a drink for an American spy? I spent fourteen years on the factory floor I never took a day off sick I was workin' away all day on the Center Lathe Tryin' to get it done quick I was always in the red, never in the black You make a little money, and they take it all back This ain't the way to spend the rest of my life Want to buy a drink for an American? Want to buy a drink for an American spy? Englishmen don't commit suicide - they move to the USA They got big back yards and Platinum cards And every day's a holiday Seedy little snobs - I don't want to know 'em I don't trust them fuckers as far as I can throw 'em Cast your fate to the winds say I Want to buy a drink for an American spy? Don't ask me - sounded like a plan Go west, go west, go west, young man I've had enough of that old school tie Want to buy a drink for an American? Do ya want to buy a drink for an American (spy)? Do ya want to buy a drink for an American spy?